A Kill A Day . . . [Sirius]
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04-10-2020, 12:54 PM
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The man's words confirmed what she'd suspected, though she merely nodded and turned. "Bast," Hester greeted the leopard and shook her head at the wolf's silent offer. "I'll keep watch as we go," she offered instead, though it was less an offer and more a declaration. She padded forward on pecan paws, a few steps ahead to scan the land. She was familiar with patrolling, to a point, and she let her eyes scan the area surrounding as she waited for Sirius and Bast.
The night was quiet still, the Mother reeling at the death of one of her beloveds. But it was a must, Hester told herself, willing the Mother to understand. It was the All Father, the creator of all things, that had gifted her to the goddess of nature and birth and all things quaint. It was the All Father who had created her so lovingly in remembrance of greater warriors than she. Surely, the Mother could understand that death was not an option, not here, when Hester had no purpose, no pack, no family.
Hes shook herself, eyes falling back to the land she watched with a shrewd gaze. Blood still running down the side of her head, though it was quickly slowing as the wound sealed itself shut, Hester padded along, following Sirius to his home.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
The man's words confirmed what she'd suspected, though she merely nodded and turned. "Bast," Hester greeted the leopard and shook her head at the wolf's silent offer. "I'll keep watch as we go," she offered instead, though it was less an offer and more a declaration. She padded forward on pecan paws, a few steps ahead to scan the land. She was familiar with patrolling, to a point, and she let her eyes scan the area surrounding as she waited for Sirius and Bast.
The night was quiet still, the Mother reeling at the death of one of her beloveds. But it was a must, Hester told herself, willing the Mother to understand. It was the All Father, the creator of all things, that had gifted her to the goddess of nature and birth and all things quaint. It was the All Father who had created her so lovingly in remembrance of greater warriors than she. Surely, the Mother could understand that death was not an option, not here, when Hester had no purpose, no pack, no family.
Hes shook herself, eyes falling back to the land she watched with a shrewd gaze. Blood still running down the side of her head, though it was quickly slowing as the wound sealed itself shut, Hester padded along, following Sirius to his home.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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